Laurann Dohner - Fury

Ellie laughed. “I’ll make a deal with you. You get undressed willingly, climb into bed, and I’ll make you some lunch. After you eat, I’ll come lie down with you.”

“Naked?”

“No. You’re supposed to be resting but I might scratch your back and play with your hair. You’ll enjoy that.”

He softly growled. “Sweetness, I’d lie down on a bed of nails if you wanted to touch me and play with me but it’s not my back or my hair I want you to put your hands on.”

Ellie licked her lips, thinking, and decided it might not hurt him if she just rubbed him with lotion if he held real still. Fury growled, pressing his body closer to hers. She nodded.

“I’ll get lunch. You get into that bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He released her. Ellie moved toward the door. She heard material tear and turned her head to look over her shoulder to discover Fury watching her. He’d torn his shirt open instead of taking the time to carefully pull it over his head and the bandage on his side. She laughed.

“In a hurry?”

“Run to the kitchen and back.”

Ellie opened the bedroom door with a laugh and nearly walked into Tiger. The man inched back, grinning. He looked highly amused.

“Don’t tell me. Great sense of smell and keen hearing?”

“I’ll guard him from the living room. That way, I have enough rooms between us not to hear what he wants you to play with.”

Ellie fixed Fury a turkey sandwich and grabbed a soda. She also took him a bag of chips when she headed for the bedroom. Even if he arrived home days early Ellie was thrilled to have him with her. She’d wanted to stay at the hospital full time but the hospital staff didn’t want her there. The media had become a circus and it made it worse when she was with him.

She closed the bedroom door firmly. There wasn’t a lock but she didn’t worry about it since Tiger knew not to come in. Fury was on the bed, obviously naked under the sheet, a happy grin on his handsome face, and he had pushed pillows behind his back to comfortably wait. The sheet tented over his lap. Ellie saw that and laughed.

“A little excited to see me with lunch?” She teased. “I know you like turkey but geez, Fury.”

His dark gaze sparkled. “Are you really going to make me eat that first?”

She perched on the edge of the mattress and handed him the plate. Her attention lowered back to the impressive pole keeping up the “tent”. “I’d put this on your lap but there’s no room.” She chuckled. “Eat up, sweetheart.”

With a groan, Fury grabbed the sandwich and took a huge bite. He barely chewed. Ellie laughed and opened his soda to hold out to him. He took a drink but kept his gaze fixed on her. Ellie stood and headed toward the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Fury growled at her as his smile faded.

“I’m coming back. Patience.”

“I have none.”

Ellie opened the cupboard inside the bathroom and found lotion. She grabbed a hand towel. She returned to the bedroom brandishing both for him to see. “How does a massage sound?”

“Don’t tease me. It’s been a long, lonely week.”

Ellie sat on the edge of the bed and uncapped the bottle. She poured lotion into her hands and used her elbow to shove the sheet away from his lap. Fury groaned and arched against her palms the second she touched his hard, aroused cock. Ellie leaned forward, licking at his chest. She had to avoid the tape that kept his bandage in place. He’d taken one shot to the back near his side and another shot to the back near his shoulder. He had been lucky his shoulder blade hadn’t been shattered by the bullet.

“I love you,” he groaned.

Ellie stroked him slowly, loving every second of touching the velvety skin that wrapped around his steel-hard shaft. She teased him with her mouth from one nipple to the next while her hands massaged him from the crown to the base of his cock. Fury growled and swelled to a substantial size. She looked down. This time she wanted to see him come.

Fury snarled her name as he tensed against her. His entire body quivered when he started to come. A lump formed on the underside of his cock just above his balls at the base of his shaft. That’s what she felt when he was buried deep in her pussy at the end of sex. The sight fascinated her as it continued to bulge.

She remembered his claim of being a hard shooter. She curved one of her hands over the top of his cock head while she stroked his shaft faster, fisting him a little tighter. Hot jets of his white semen blasted hard against her palm and she realized he hadn’t been kidding about choking her if he was really excited. She lifted her gaze to watch his face.

He threw his head back and shouted her name as she milked him of every drop of semen. Ellie smiled as she continued touching his oversensitive flesh until Fury grabbed her hands to make her stop.

Ellie kissed Fury on his lips. Her tongue teased his bottom lip. He groaned her name as his hands reached for her breasts.

“Do you feel better? More relaxed?”

He growled in response.

Ellie pulled away from his exploring hands to clean him up with the towel and threw it toward the bathroom. She put a little distance between them. Fury’s gaze locked with hers.

“I want you,” he growled.

Ellie squealed in surprise when Fury lunged suddenly, grabbed her arm and gave her a hard yank that sent her sprawling on top of the bed. Her back hit the mattress and Fury came down over her to cage her to the bed under him. Ellie stared up at him.

“You’re going to open up your wounds, Fury.”

“I won’t.” He reached down to grab hold of Ellie’s skirt, fisting it with his hand. He pulled hard to jerk the material up Ellie’s body to her waist.

“Fury, stop.”

His dark gaze met hers. “I’m still having lunch. You’re on the menu.”

Desire seeped right through to Ellie’s bones. “But your stitches”

“I’ll be careful not to pull on them.” He smiled. “I’ll keep to the high ground so I don’t move much. What is that you call it? Your button? I’m in the mood to lick a button, Ellie.”

“I should say no but I can’t,” Ellie rasped, her entire body coming alive with the promise of what he wanted to do. She pressed against Fury’s hand as he wiggled his fingers into the edge of her panties. He hooked the center section of them and yanked hard. He threw the torn material away from the bed.

“You know you should stop wearing those things,” he growled. “They just annoy me.”

“Okay.”

He chuckled. “No argument?”

She shook her head. Fury’s fingers massaged her clit, teasing her, and driving her passion higher. He shifted lower on her body. She opened her thighs wider so he could settle between them. “I’ll burn all of them if it makes you happy as long as you don’t stop touching me.”

“Burn them,” he urged softly, sliding down the bed even lower over Ellie. He used his free hand and jerked her shirt up to her breasts. His mouth brushed her lower stomach and his tongue traced her bellybutton. “Burn the bras too.”

“Anything,” Ellie moaned, ablaze with passion. She’d missed his touch so much she already hurt to come though he’d barely started. She moaned. “I love your thumb and the way you torment me.”

Fury inched lower, his mouth sweeping over the material bunched over her hips to find skin again. He pushed her thighs apart wider. Fury growled and then lowered his face. Ellie clawed at the bedding and moaned his name, arching into his mouth when he licked her pussy.

“I missed your taste,” he rasped. “I’m addicted to you.”

His tongue wiggled, found the exact spot that drove her mindless, and she moaned to let him know how amazing it felt. He pressed tighter against her, keeping the flat of his tongue there to rub back and forth over her clit.